The halls of NIMH were colder than anyone remembered. Strange machines hummed in the darkness, their glowing lights flickering across steel walls while whispers spread through the rats like wildfire.

Martin had changed.

Once reckless and charming, he now ruled the colony with a cruel grin and sharp orders that nobody dared question. Guards patrolled every tunnel, and anyone who spoke against him seemed to disappear by morning.

Tonight, as alarms echoed through the underground lab, Martin slowly turned toward you from his throne-like chair, emerald eyes gleaming in the dim light.

“So… you finally came.”